When my aunt came to Australia for the first time, she was alarmed by the sound of the huge brushtail possums crashing around on the tin roof and the harsh scratch of their voices. "Don't worry," said Mum, "It's just the tree spiders. They're harmless."

My poor aunt slept in the sweltering heat with the window shut all week.

I researched it this morning. Apparently "kink shaming" is the new social justice outrage on Tumblr. From what I can tell, "kink shaming" largely consists of fanfic authors and young horny folks who just don't understand why some people get squicked at some kinks and say so.

If you want some real outrage, look up the "cotton ceiling". That is the term that some transgendered women use to describe the reluctance of lesbians to deal with a penis.

...Ok. Because that whole diatribe, to me, read as "I'm an older dude who would want to bang an under eighteen year-old, but they don't want to have sex with me, only their peers, and that's bad because I'm not getting laid by the underage, so I will inappropriately use a negative term to describe someone who wants to have sex with the young to describe these people who I'm mad at for not giving me the sex."

Or, to put it bluntly "You're not letting me be a pedo so I'm going to call you a pedo for wanting to have sex with people your own age."

See, I was going with Wood on this one. I assumed it was a satirical post. Now I have to consider the possibility that it was for real. And that makes me feel sickened by the world just a little bit more.